“But we could hear her, because she began just after we came up out of the ditch, the sound that was not singing and not unsinging. “Who will do our washing now, Father?” I said.”
When Wolfe died, William Faulkner said he was the greatest writer of their time.
Something had to change and the only thing Sarty could change was himself.
We are there and we are horrifically present and complicit.
Sooner or later, the past insists on being the past.
A wake-up call to America
“The past is never dead. It’s not even past.”
― William Faulkner, from Requiem for a Nun
“Jesus was not a theologian. He was God who told stories.”
THE LILAC IS AN ANCIENT SHRUB Emily Dickinson The Lilac is an ancient Shrub But ancienter than that The Firmamental Lilac Opon the Hill Tonight— The Sun subsiding on his Course Bequeathes this final plant To Contemplation—not to Touch— The Flower of Occident. Of one Corolla is the West— The Calyx is the Earth— […]
THE SOUND AND THE FURY William Faulkner “I give you the mausoleum of all hope and desire…I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all of your breath trying to conquer it. Because no battle is ever […]
The life of Jesus is not a monument to the past; it is an invitation to the fullness of our own futures.
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